Every morning I wake up, I feel extremely blessed. I have a great family whom I love very much.
A typically morning for me means waking up to an alarm set for 5:15am. Papi's alarm had gone off 15 minutes beforehand. I cuddle up to him for 10 minutes and then it's out of bed to make his lunch. He's usually out of the house by 6am and I go and crawl back into our still cozy-warm bed. I check FB, my email, instagram, and twitter then settle down with a book (the book aspect is new since I just got my bookworm vibe back). I read until my stomach starts demanding food. After a small pre-breakfast snack, I crawl into bed to catch a couple more zzz's; however that doesn't happen because of a certain little Bug. She wakes up and comes straight into Momma and daddy's room for a cuddle while we watch some cartoons. Every morning during the week this happens and I love it. It's become a little thing that's only mine. Weekend morning are made for playing with Momma and daddy on their bed and I love that too, but our special, quiet mornings are about the only time Bug cuddles and loves on me anymore, unless of course she's fallen and hurt herself.
Miss Bug is no longer a baby, she's definitely her own little person and she is fiercely independent. I wouldn't have her any other way. Of course, with her being independent means she doesn't listen to Momma. Daddy, yes; Momma, not so much and I know it's because she sees me all day every day and, especially since it's summer, Daddy doesn't get home until late (almost bedtime sometimes). Last night, he didn't get home until almost 9pm. It was a hectic day for this Momma, but I love every moment I spend with my daughter.
